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“I can't believe you scoop it down his throat without any fear!” Ace sweatdropped. Chiyo clasped his face, “Just like how his d—”
WHACK!
“Unfinished foods shouldn't go to waste. I hate wasteful foods…” [Y] expressed with the same smile on his face while holding a beaten up Chiyo by the collar.
“Note to self: never waste food…!” Grim scribbled in an invisible notepad.
“Still…Banished by the housewarden from my own dorm…My dream of becoming an honor student is slipping further and further away…” Deuce sighed with disappointment. The cat monster whined, “We should be lucky that we didn't get collared thanks to [Y]!”
“Yeah. If we were collared, then [Y] will be able to remove it.” Ace sighed with relief.
“Nya? This little butler removed your collars?” A smugly voice spoke. The trio screamed in horror when they noticed a floating head standing between them. Grim squeaked as he hid behind the butler's leg, “A ghost head!!”
“Nyah? Oh dear. It seems I'm not all here~” the cat boy beamed as his body slowly appeared. Deuce pointed, “What? Er, so you do have a body, then? Who are you?”
“The name's Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker.” The male introduced him to the group. The wording seems hard to pronounce. How do people pronounce that? “Am I a cat? Am I a purrrson? A mimsy borogrove, perhaps? A mome rath with a knack for magic?”
“Uh, look, Ar... Arte... Run the name by me again?” Ace tilted his head after trying to pronounce the name. The cat boy laughed, “People usually just call me Che'nya. Let's just say I'm not from the other side of the looking glass.”
“...” [Y] stared at Che’nya’s ears and tail. He was practically holding it in. “Ahem. Are you from another school? RSA?”
“Ah~ Butler-kun is right on the money, nya~” Che’nya smugly smiled. Hearing him meow and watching his ear twitch a little, made the butler clasp his hand over his mouth, trying to hold back his love for cats.
“He's holding it in…” the dumbass trio thought while glancing at the butler.
“But wait, RSA? Isn't that…” Deuce trailed off before snapping his fingers with realization, “Royal Sword Academy!”
“You mean NRC’s rival?! Why is one of them here?!” Ace pointed at Che’nya. [Y] asked the cat boy, “Excuse me, Mr. Pinker…”
“Called me Che’nya. Nya~” Che’nya beamed.
“...Before I could ask something related to Rosehearts…”
“Nya?”
[Y] made a grabby movement with his hands while staring at the ears and tail, “May I…touch your ears and tail? Just this once…?”
